'2014 Spurs Lyrics

Ion want nun but real around me

Nun but real

Nigga know I got them Rackies on me

Call me CG bandman

We sticked up in this bitch with 49s I feel like San Fran

And I woke up in this ho sippin wok

I feel like kan-kan

And the drum up on my stick'll put you in line Ain't talkin' no damn band

Why she say she love me?

You know these hoes be lyin

Why y'all keep on talkin'?

Ain't yall tired niggas tired of dyin

You see this chopper right here lil' nigga

That's the reason your mama cryin

I was trappin' out my school my teacher told Me I was the defiant

Yo bitch blowin' up my phone

She know I'm her favorite trapper

Bitch it's doelick in the stu

You know we yo' bitch favorite rapper

And I hate a goofy nigga bitch

I can't fuck with a cappa

Bitch jus ask me why I told her leave her AirPods it's a tracker

Leave her AirPods it's a tracker

Run up on Lil' D I'm a motherfuckin' wack ya

Got yo' bitch up on her knees n no I'm not no Fuckin' pastor

Make a nigga disappear like he's motherfuckin' Casper

Gang just sent me a bad bitch

You know I had to clap her

You know I had to clap her sippin' on Reposado

Straight up out the bottle Instagram famous so I call her my lil' model

She a lil' freak and she go for me

Smokin' on these leafs we don't fuck with Swish and Sweets

Shoot a pussy nigga from deep like I'm Curry Steph

I mean Stephen Curry I need it in a hurry

Bitch I'm high as fuck

I can't see shit because it's blurry

I can't see shit because it's blurry

I'ma freeze him up like Frozone

Bitch you cannot stay I already fucked

You gotta go home

I'm off like three blunts to the face

I feel like Monica I'm so gone

Bitch stay in your place before

I hit you with a tombstone

If a nigga play with us we cook his bitch ass like hibachi

Like my nigga Lil' Tim say he feel like lil' boat

I smoke on broccoli

Got a lil' bitch grab my nut she screamin'

CG can you cock me

Had to kick the hoe out my crib she screamin'

CG please don't block me

And I'm still so high in the God damn sky and I'm stuck up there like an eagle

We don't do walk downs we'll hop on foot

And chase his ass down like a cheetah

She be trippin' sometimes but I ain't gon' lie

She still my favorite eater

Won't put my hands in the hoe

But I might jack and then I beat her

Bitch the way I swing the Glock bitch

You would think I'm Derek Jeter

The way lil CG hit your hoe bitch nigga

I wouldn't even keep her

And I want your fuckin' soul nigga

I'm a fuckin' reaper

And my niggas crashin' out they blow shit up Just like a creeper

I'm a real H-town baby know I sip on Texas tea

I just popped a damn Perc 30

I'm finna rock her out her jeans

I'm a real designer junkie

I mix chrome hearts with Celine

Deez 3 choppas weigh him down

Hit his ass with triple beam

I've been servin' to the fiends choppa scary Halloween

Keep the pussy ball like Caillou baby or like Mr Clean

I'ma hit him with this veccna make his ass see Stranger things

I put a switch up on the Glock and make the fuckin' oppa sing